Butterfly It's cold, dark and wet, with fear, in here. It's small, encapsulated and barely visible, where I am. Been living here for years, In this lonely isolation. Yesterday I saw a ray of light, I wanted to walk through it. The light might scold me, burn me, hurt me, So I slinked back into my darkened world. Filled with sin and disgust. Shame and pain. Regret and blame. Who's fault is this? Sometimes I dream, I wonder..... What would it be like, To run through your light? But, like a frightened animal, I am paralysed, by my own worst fears. Like a little kitten, You try and coach, from behind the couch, With a warm saucer of milk. You try to reach me..... But I hide even further, Into my pitiful existence. How to escape, and be free, Instead of living in captivity? Through time, prayer and self development. I start to break out. Of this cocoon, that's held me so long. I peep through the shadows, See the light, warms my skin, And brightens my soul. People are accepting, No-one is judging! It wasn't my fault. I peel back, the layers of filth, That have bounded me for so long. Tear away the blindfold, That's kept me in lies. I emerge, I'm a butterfly! With huge and strong wings I fly to your moon. And put the stars back in your eyes. � Elizabeth 23th August 2001 "This poem is for those who inspire me and help me to grow in my self development, special thanks goes to my personal trainer Chris, my psychologist Mary, my husband Andrew and the source of my strength, God."